PAROLES
Scorey – “Dirty Broke Boys” Lyrics
[Intro]
4TS shit
Uh
[Chorus]
Hop back in the booth for a minute, uh
Let me talk the truth I be missin’, uh (I be missin’)
Thinkin’ ’bout the youth reminiscin’ (Remniscing)
People tell me, I been too in my feelings (My feelings)
But this rapping shit, don’t feel it, most of these niggas really faking for a image (All of that)
And these bitches only looking for a ticket out of trench (No, trench)
Way before Rolls Royce we was in that Honda Civic (Honda Civic)
Just some dirty broke boys, crazy part is how I’m missing (How I miss it)
[Refrain]
They so don’t complain about this life, because I did it (Did that)
But you can’t tell me shit about this life, ’cause I live it (‘Cause I live it)
But you don’t start really, this shit gеt hot really (Hot really)
This ain’t no hard feelings, sometimеs my heart emptyin’, uh
[Verse]
Ain’t no TikToks, I just want music to speak for itself
I lost my wristwatch on tour, fucked out the hotels (Fucked ’em)
Ain’t no [?] on my boys but shit on that shelf (Grraah)
Ignore these, represent on tours, get hit, shit gon’ melt (Block, block)
Don’t need no steppers when alone, I step on myself
Callin’ risk up on the phone, write checks for the debts (Checks for the debts)
Go check for me now, they left for me back (Grraah)
All that rappin’ take it, look what he did for himself (Did for himself)
Fuck them nigags, lil bro spinning, give everyone bell (Everyone bell)
Go to war with all city, don’t need no in hell (Need no in hell)
Seven-six for the shell (Bah), choppa’ hit him, he fell (Grraah)
We gon’ pop up at your door, we gon’ deliver it now (Grr-rah)
[Refrain]
They so don’t complain about this life, because I did it (Because I did it)
But you can’t tell me shit about this life, ’cause I live it (‘Cause I live it)
But you don’t start really, this shit get hot really (Get hot really)
This ain’t no hard feelings, sometimes my heart emptyin’, uh (my heart emptying)
[Bridge]
Like fuck that rap shit, fuck these rap niggas, fuck these rap flaws, rap labels
All that shit, nigga, don’t give a fuck about you until you dead or in jail
You bow to them, nigga, face [?] ain’t no real life for these niggas
[Chorus]
Hop back in the booth for a minute, uh
([?] TikTok is lame ass, nigga)
Let me talk the truth I be missin’, uh
(Fuck TikTok)
Thinkin’ ’bout the youth reminiscin’ (Remniscing)
(All that shit, nigga)
People tell me, I been too in my feelings (Feelings)
But this rapping shit, don’t feel it, most of these niggas really faking for a image (All of that)
And these bitches only looking for a ticket out of trench (Ticket out the trench, nigga)
Way before Rolls Royce we was in that Honda Civic (Honda Civic)
Just some dirty broke boys, it’s crazy how I’m missing (How)
[Outro]
Man, 4TS fuck wit’ me (Fuck wit’ me)
Said, “Fuck ’em, fuck that Rolls Royce too” (Fuck that Rolls Royce too)
